I'm moving this week and have some items that are a little worse for the wear but still cool that somebody might want. The only thing is that you must come take the item you want away by Saturday. I have ( Read more... )

That I just saw Tom Waits? Sing songs? Last night? In person?

Kermit Ruffins is NOT "fast becoming our generation's jazz patriarch."

I live in a small apartment and am pretty much the only person who ever spends time there, so I can't fr the life of me figure out how my THINGS manage to migrate to surprising new areas all the time. Like my hair clips. I use them in one room: the bathroom, to cip my hair out of my face during my tooth-brushing, face-washing ablutions. Why are ( Read more... )

My cousin found me on Myspace by googling our distinctive last name. She looks very much like me ( Read more... )

I went to the coffee shop just now to do the crossword and check my e-mail; what did I find there but a meeting of a DACHSUND CLUB? Oh, my yes. It was amazing. I counted seventeen dachsunds on the ground and a few in arms, all kind of writihing about excitedly like a little nest of furry snakes. Seventeen dachsunds seen from above is an interesting ( Read more... )

The Internet I'm getting at downtown Zotz (the laughable cityofneworleans network) is so slow that it's almost impossible to do any actual work. And yet I can't leave because the music is too good. It's like the Classic Punk station. Velvet Underground and Iggy Pop. Whee!

I guess the Internet is fast enough for slacking on the LJ.

Look, I have a

I also finally figgered out how to upload pictures and movies from my camera into the interweb (that is, I installed the software that came with the camera I cought 5 months ago and read the instructions. I'm a total dude when it comes to getting directions, reading manuals, etc.) So I hope this works: this is a very happy man at Bonnaroo.

I love eavesdropping.

At Bonnaroo (in context of hippie macking)

"Hey, did you knit that?"

"I mostly like to just hang out and you know, do my thing."

At Starbucks today:

"So what is a Frappucino?"

"I haven't been able to really figure it out yet, but it sounds like it's a real word."

Said the helpful lady at the check-in at Bonnaroo last weekend. she meant it nicely, but it sounded ominous ( Read more... )